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Array ( [sid] => 181475 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Suzy Wan Kenobi [time] => 2015-07-24 18:00:51 [hometext] => Felling like a lone rider from the crazy west with the prospect of being home alone, brought me to Suzy Wan Kenobi from Eastern Europe [bodytext] => God is felt like this lone rider,
with the prospect of being home alone again.
On a road with many twist and turns,
while the thought of being home alone again,
was tearing me apart.

I looked to find solace on the way home,
contemplating the icon with this Angel from Eastern Europe.
From which I've been told it's a window to heaven.
And one question arose:
Would It kill you to admit you need someone?

I Tried to walk away from this private house,
but I could bear no more the thought to carry on.
With this prospect of being home alone.

So I did enter this place driven by the force,
that steers me towards you my Suzy Wan Kenobi.
Who came all the way from Eastern Europe,
to this crazy crazy west.

Must It be I gotten my hands on this Icon,
this window to heaven as I been told from A Serbian Woman?
The force brought us together,
after my determination to simply carry on,
was torn down.

Only to lie down beside you,
to hold you and touch you,
only to feel your warmth.
And to be able to look into your brown eyes,
tickle your nose and go nose to nose like the eskimo's do.
Just to watch you smile.

The force was with us,
the force brought us together.
Spending time like that,
made the world seem less grim.

Yes Suzy Wan Kenobi,
from Eastern Europe.
The angel was right,
It did not kill me to be with you.
But instead revived me,
and gave me another prospect.

Your warmth, and your brown eyes,
will be remembered.
If only by me,
that dares to tell the world!

And no mather what people might think of us,
the force knows better.....

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Suzy Wan Kenobi

Contributed by boomking on Friday, 24th July 2015 @ 06:00:51 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

God is felt like this lone rider,
with the prospect of being home alone again.
On a road with many twist and turns,
while the thought of being home alone again,
was tearing me apart.

I looked to find solace on the way home,
contemplating the icon with this Angel from Eastern Europe.
From which I've been told it's a window to heaven.
And one question arose:
Would It kill you to admit you need someone?

I Tried to walk away from this private house,
but I could bear no more the thought to carry on.
With this prospect of being home alone.

So I did enter this place driven by the force,
that steers me towards you my Suzy Wan Kenobi.
Who came all the way from Eastern Europe,
to this crazy crazy west.

Must It be I gotten my hands on this Icon,
this window to heaven as I been told from A Serbian Woman?
The force brought us together,
after my determination to simply carry on,
was torn down.

Only to lie down beside you,
to hold you and touch you,
only to feel your warmth.
And to be able to look into your brown eyes,
tickle your nose and go nose to nose like the eskimo's do.
Just to watch you smile.

The force was with us,
the force brought us together.
Spending time like that,
made the world seem less grim.

Yes Suzy Wan Kenobi,
from Eastern Europe.
The angel was right,
It did not kill me to be with you.
But instead revived me,
and gave me another prospect.

Your warmth, and your brown eyes,
will be remembered.
If only by me,
that dares to tell the world!

And no mather what people might think of us,
the force knows better.....

Copyright © boomking ... [ 2015-07-24 18:00:51]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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